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Ferry man

A head that\'s wired to the moon 

Decides to cook another spoon

Aware the end is coming soon 

He dips into his stash

 

So tired of his game of chess 

Each move left her a crumbling mess

The day she torched her wedding dress 

Her heart returned to ash 

 

She cleaned up several years ago 

No.knives or tantrums left to throw 

Her life all tied up.in a bow

Before the head on crash

 

Love cries out as it slowly dies

The glint long absent from his eyes

An addict in his tenth disguise 

Has no more dreams to smash

 

The heat around her king sized bruise

Was melting as she heard the news

The ferry man sold him a cruise

Two pennies paid in cash